Suou Katsuya (
sumarusfinest) wrote2015-09-16 09:52 pm
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Keeping Promises [For Schon]
True to his word, Katsuya makes his way to the more quiet ends of the Nexus once he has a semblance of a plan in place for constructing a memorial for the casualties of the demon invasion that stemmed from his home.
He takes a seat near the newly made door to his world, trying hard not to overthink what is about to transpire.
He takes a seat near the newly made door to his world, trying hard not to overthink what is about to transpire.
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Schön sighs quietly, resting an elbow on the arm of the chair. His thumb tucks under his cheekbone as he massages his temple with fore- and middle fingers. "Mr. Suou, I wonder that you can stand, laboring under two such grand misconceptions. That you may speak his name with impunity, and that this world does not already have his attention."
"Baofu... is a name I've heard spoken in the Nexus." His brow rises, a question implied.
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They'd driven him back. Weakened him if nothing else, driven his influence from Sumaru. Averted the crisis he had posed.
Granted, not everything had gone back to normal. Rumors still affected Sumaru, though not as severely as they once did. Demons were still the occasional problem.
Was the God just biding his time? The officer seems quite shaken by the mere thought.
"Baofu called me back to the Nexus. He had taken up shop there." Katsuya nods.
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The Crawling Chaos is always biding its time. Or acting. "How did he call you?"
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Katsuya gives a wry smile.
"He's the sort where the ends often justify the means."
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"I know the sort," Schön replies, with an answering smile of similar wryness. "Why did he summon you?"
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"I worked and slept and that...has been about it." Hard to believe it had already been years since the incident now.
"Or he just wanted to see if he could. I wish I could tell you how that man thinks, but it's usually beyond me. He operates on 'why not?' a lot more than I understand."
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"I see. Well, it is good to see you beginning to live again, Mr. Suou. What are your goals in life, at present? Your ambitions?"
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"I think...for the time being, helping them do what they need to to be happy is enough for me. As well as keeping my home safe as it can be, of course."
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Schön can't quite keep a knowing smile from his lips--he has his guesses about the whom, but he sees no need to give Katsuya difficulty over those speculations.
"Noble and generous sentiments. Those in your care are quite fortunate."
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"I wish I could do more." He gives a tired sort of sigh. "I have no intentions of leaving the Nexus anytime soon, this time. There's a lot...I could do there."
He's not sure he can give up his life here, but the appeal of opportunity in the Nexus is rather tempting.
"But I do need to be certain nothing like what happened before can happen again. I can't keep a doorway to the Nexus if the troubles form my world are allowed to spill over."
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"What, more, would you wish to do?"
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The officer shrugs weakly.
"I can't find my family, and I can't stop worlds from ending. All I can do is try to be supportive to those who survive. And...try to keep my own world from meeting a similar fate."
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"Be careful with that word, Katsuya," the thin man warns, his tone oddly solicitous. "In this game, those four letters are power, and such power carelessly wielded is a consequence you've already seen."
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"Do you know...I considered once. Spreading a rumor about my brother. Seeing if it would make him come back." Katsuya's smile is sad now, as if Schon isn't even there anymore. he's staring at the photos on his shelf.
"I never did. I was...afraid of what might show up. Whether it would indeed be my brother or...someone else. I didn't want to tempt fate."
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"That's a wise decision. It's been my experience that the magic which supplants someone's choices, rewrites their destiny... it's not for you. Hmm."
He sets down his cup, now empty. "What other rumors have you started?"
Thinking too hard about in-game stats is fun!
It's tricky business, manipulating rumors. And bad news spreads faster than good.
"I try not to though. I always feel...as though I'm playing with fire. Though not literally as well.." He's pretty much fire and bullet resistant now. Having a Persona has its advantages. He tries not to think about how much faster he would die if he were caught in a blizzard though.
It really is.
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Sometimes a duck is just a duck. The modern world demands people have some way of earning a living.
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"There is something to be said for the reliable," he muses. "Hmm. On that note, what is a sergeant's pay like at the Sumaru P. D?"
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"And funding my...extra curricular activities isn't exactly cheap. My money goes toward bills, a college fund for my brother, and keeping the city safe."
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"Hmm. Speaking hypothetically, if I were to make an effort to open shop in Sumaru, and if you opted not to oppose my doing so, might you be interested in an honorarium, in exchange for, oh, making a few introductions, dropping me a line if anything interesting to us both should happen across your desk, that sort of thing?"
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Katsuya is the worst salesman ever. He's really far too kind for his own good. Or maybe it's just not money that interests him.
A good deed done is one returned. In theory. Doesn't matter that he's been burned before. He still lives by his own morals.
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Schön chuckles softly to himself, shaking his head a little as he regards Katsuya. "How is it that you're still only a sergeant?"
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Katsuya runs his hand through his hair. "My entire apartment was ransacked and torn apart during the last debacle that bled over from the Nexus into Sumaru."
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"Mm. That does serve to balance the record the other way. What do your fellow officers know, or suspect, of the Nexus?"
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I can take it from here
That's a very nice expository segue.
I try <3
Call it a success.
Tell Jim in advance and he'll sell tickets.
Only if Schön gets a cut of the gross.